August 19, 2012

Collector by L.C. Ricardo

Like bread soaked in fragrant honey,
things are bloated
with poetry.
Beneath surfaces, electrified
lines drone and sting.  Blood rushes
to my fingertips.

Words are winged
photons that startle and scatter.
I catch them, pin them to lined paper,
anchored by articles,
labeled with punctuation marks,
here, one

L.C. Ricardo is a mom and aspiring writer living in Florida.  She blogs over at Spinning Straw into Gold (

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